"Will be transported..." Brian repeated Zarek's words with a dazed look in his eyes. He instinctively knew Zarek was not lying, but what he could not understand was why only Zarek was being transported—why not him?
Soon silence enveloped the surroundings. No one spoke.
Seconds stretched to minutes. However, at the ten-minute mark, footsteps resounded from behind.
Zarek didn't even bother glancing in the direction of the footsteps. He knew who it was. Alexander and White Death moved vigilantly forward. However, if Zarek had spared a glance, he would have been surprised to find Alexander, not White Death, at the front.
Meanwhile, unlike his calm and indifferent appearance, Brian Dreamwalker's eyes lit up upon seeing the duo, a strange smile appearing at the corner of his lips.
He immediately called out in an excited voice: "Fellow awakeners, here!" Brian was practically beaming.
